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Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Superhero

Alyia's newest thing is really quite annoying cute. She will run around the house calling, "Daddy, Daddy, uh-oh uh-oh." She will grab me by the finger, and drag me off to solve whatever the problem is. A dropped bottle, locked out of her brothers room, wants a snack, the dog is chewing on her toy...big or small, Daddy (or Mommy) can solve it.

I have to admit, being a superhero to my daughter is one of the coolest things that has ever happened to me. You see, my wife and boys, they know the truth. I can't fool them. But my girl, that's a different story. You see, she has complete faith in me, I will always catch her, and be there when she is hungry, and stop her from getting into trouble. She loves me just because, and trusts me because she has no reason not to.

I think about our Heavenly Father, and how He must feel the same way. The joy I get from being the superhero to my girl is nothing compared to the joy He gets when He is our superhero. I have to admit these past few weeks have been hard. One of our (Renee and I) closest friends is struggling with an illness that the Doctors have said will take her Home. While part of me is envious of that, I am having a hard time understanding His choice. Can He heal her? Of course! But it looks as though that healing will be in His presence. One thing I am realizing is that I must be more like my daughter. Just like she trusts me, I must trust Him. I am a superhero to her; He is my superhero. He is good, and I can trust Him.
Just like Alyia needs me to help her, and trusts me to meet her every need, my Superhero can do the same. That's the lesson I am learning this week, and that's the lesson my daughter is teaching me.